We all have our smallTiny little habitsBorn of superstition and peace of mindSuch asA saucer of milk for your daydreams andDeep breaths, calm thoughts

The instant you stopped being a daydreamWas when you returned porcelain to me

I travel through places I haven'tSet eyes on, not for yearsI inhale from what seems likeThe bottom of my soulAnd there's a new little ritualWhere my heart residesWhere I carve, again and againYOUREINASAFEPLACE

And to think, we've met some time agoWhen we were both similarHolding the sameSuperstitions riddled with truth-We never compared,We lost our nerveSo we kept each other cradledIn our hearts as we slept

My laughter was nervousWhen I realized and began to loveThe murmur you give to the winter nightAnd the way your eyes unfocus to rest onSomething only hinted-Because we all have our smallTiny little habitsAnd I feel capable of lovingEvery single one of yours.

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